After hearing her words, Han Jifeng opened his eyes and looked at Ling Tongyu——
"Huh?" She also looked at him with her eyes open.
"Ling Tongyu, live an easy life. You don't need to regard people's kindness and help to you as a burden and keep thinking about how to repay you. You have to know that sometimes, you have to do
Just accept help from others and live well. Maybe, this is what those who help you want you to give in return, do you understand?"
This was the first time that he said such serious words to her with such an attitude and tone.
As for Ling Tongyu, this was the first time she heard someone say this to her. She nodded in understanding.
"By the way, what exactly did you risk going back to get that day? It seems to be more important than your life, and you even lost one of my legs and an arm." Han Jifeng suddenly remembered something,
asked.
"That's..." When he asked, the appearance of that warm boy appeared in Ling Tongyu's mind again. He was wearing a white shirt and a royal blue V-neck sweater. He would
When playing the piano, he has a pair of very beautiful, as if magical hands.
"What is it?" Han Jifeng asked.
"It's a necklace given by someone." She touched the pendant hanging inside her clothes and said.
"A man?" he asked. She actually valued this necklace so much. It seemed that it was given by a very, very important man to her. Could it be Xiaoxi's biological father?
"Yeah." Ling Tongyu nodded and said with some disappointment, "It's just that I haven't seen him for a long, long time."
In fact, they only met once.
When talking about this matter, Ling Tongyu's tone had a hint of melancholy, and his face had a touch of sadness and regret.
When Han Jifeng saw her looking deeply lost in longing, he suddenly felt his eyes tingling.
The two of them stopped talking, each lost in their own thoughts, and the car suddenly became very silent.
Soon, Han Jifeng's villa arrived.
"Mom, mom..." As soon as she got off the car, Ling Tongyu heard a crisp cry.
Is Xiaoxi here? She was stunned for a moment.
She talked to Xiaoxi on the phone, and also talked to Han Chenhao on the phone, and knew that the two of them were together. She never thought that Han Chenhao lived in Han Jifeng's house.
"Xiaoxi, I'm here..." Ling Tongyu immediately felt much better when she saw her daughter. She stretched out her hand for a hug. The two mother and daughter hugged each other and talked to each other.
"Mom, are you okay?" Xiaoxi, like a responsible little doctor, checked Ling Tongyu's body very carefully, even checking her hair and smelling it, for fear that she might have been injured somewhere.
.
"Mom is fine. What about you? How are you? Are you used to it here?"
"Well, I'm fine. My uncle played games with me, and my uncle's father also made pasta for me to eat. It was delicious. I ate a lot."
Little uncle’s father? Ling Tongyu was slightly startled, there is another man in this house?
"Ji Feng, you're back..." At this moment, a man walked out of the villa with a smile as bright as the sun and as warm as the spring breeze. He called Han Jifeng, who came in in a wheelchair.
He wears a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, is tall and straight, at least 1.9 meters tall. He wears an off-white shirt, a gray-blue woolen sweater, and a watch on his wrist.
He has a noble and gentle temperament. As soon as he appears, the air around him seems to become more elegant.
Ling Tongyu was suddenly stunned, as if he had been suddenly electrocuted. His whole body was trembling, and tears slowly filled his eyes. This... this person was clearly... just...
……he!
Han Wenbo, who originally greeted Han Jifeng with a smile, froze when he saw Ling Tongyu, and a smile as bright as a thousand suns solidified on his face.
Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of these two people, Han Jifeng's eyes sank and he asked, "Do you know each other?"
How is this possible? How could someone like Ling Tongyu, who lives in Baosheng Community, know his uncle?
Yes, they knew each other, he was the big brother she met in the school piano room when she was ten years old and gave her a necklace!
She had looked for him so many times. From elementary school until the eve of her accident, she would go to the piano room once a day, but she never waited until he showed up again. If it hadn't been for the accident six years ago, she would actually have gone there every day.
Waiting for him there.
However, I didn't expect that without any warning, we would meet again here, in Han Jifeng's villa.
Tears fell unbridled down her cheeks.
These are tears of longing and tears of relief. It turns out that he is still in this world.
She covered her mouth and looked at her, suppressing herself from crying, but she couldn't control her whole body from shaking.
She cried and knelt down, hugged herself with her hands, and sat on the grass.
"Mom, what's wrong with you..." Xiaoxi was very puzzled when she saw her mother crying like this. What happened? She was very happy a second ago.
Han Jifeng's eyes looked back and forth between the two people.
Han Wenbo looked at Ling Tongyu deeply and walked towards her step by step. With every step he took, she would become more nervous.
The eyes of the two people met in mid-air, and finally, he stood still in front of her.
Han Jifeng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the two people in front of him. His hands on the wheelchair could not help but clenched into fists.
Han Wenbo knelt down in front of her and looked at her, her big eyes shining with crystal tears hidden behind her hair.
After all these years, he still has a handsome face and deep eyes as dark as night, so charming and charming.
Han Wenbo raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her cheek one by one with his fingers. His fingers were still so beautiful, white, slender, and well-defined. She liked his hands.
In the living room of Han Jifeng's villa.
Han Jifeng sat on the sofa without saying a word, with no expression on his face as usual.
Han Chenhao sat opposite him, while Xiaoxi kept turning her head and looking in the direction of the back garden——
Under the flower stand, two people stood.
Suddenly meeting someone he had never forgotten in so many years, Ling Tongyu was a little overwhelmed after being excited. He stood opposite Han Wenbo, his head lowered nervously, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
Han Wenbo looked at her and smiled -
"I'm still as nervous as when I was a kid."
His voice is still as clear as a spring, and his temperament is as gentle as jade.